"You are so infuriating, Chuck!" I yell across the bedroom, throwing a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps from my feet.
"You're not exactly a walk in the park either Waldorf." He remarks.
And then we both turn to each other and we smile. He strides over to me and swoops me into his arms, I can smell his trademark scent all over his expensive jacket. Chuck dips me slightly before planting his mouth on to mine. For a few moments we share a passionate kiss, hands muddled in each other's body.
"Bass. Blair Bass." Chuck says. "I will never get used to that. You know, you not being a Waldorf anymore and being my wife."
I smile, fixing his purple silk tie. My eyes catch the glimmer of my 10 carat diamond ring. It's positively the most beautiful ring ever to be made, Harry Winston always knows how to make a girl squeal with delight. Chuck spins us to face the mirror, we no longer look like the 16 year old kids who had sex in the back of the limousine. We looked every bit sophisticated and high society that we were. Looking at us myself, it was a little hard to believe that we had gotten married just 2 months ago. After all those years bickering and struggling for power, we made it work and bound ourselves together in marriage.
"Yes, well get used to it Mr Bass because I don't plan on going anywhere." I tell him, kissing his cheek. "Now hurry up or we'll be late for the party."
Chuck grabs my hand as I begin to walk away and pulls me back into an embrace. His hands slide down the sides of my waist, the look in his eyes tells me what he wants. His lips brush my ear, a shiver runs down my spine. Don't let him get to you, I tell myself. Not right now. But as his lips place kisses down my neck and his fingertips start roaming up my thighs I know I'm losing this battle.
"Chuckkkk." I groan. "The party. Serena will be mad if we miss it. We can do this later."
He pulls me on to the bed, my back landing on the soft mattress.
"We can be late. I need you, now." He growls, slipping the straps of my dress down my shoulders.
My knees grow weak at the sound of the words coming from his mouth. His tie and shirt become loose and messy and he begins his descent down my body.
"You win. Fine. Grab a condom and let's do this before Serena notices we haven't even arrived." I give in, sounding more pissed off then I actually am.
Chuck begins to unbutton his pants and take off his underwear. I watch as he strokes his cock in front of me, very slowly. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, my body starts to heat in anticipation of the sex I'm about to have.
"Wait. Condom?" Chuck stops. "We're married now."
I sit up. Way to ruin the mood Bass.
"So? That doesn't mean I suddenly can't become pregnant." I say.
"So what if you do? Is that a bad thing? Is that like off the cards for us? No kids." He asks.
"I don't know. We haven't talked about it." I reply, feeling like this isn't a conversation we should be having right now.
"Maybe we should. We are married now. Is that something you want? Kids?" Chuck says.
"I guess. I mean, yes. I just…I hadn't really thought about it until now." I tell him
"I want kids. You want kids. We have a home, we're married, we love each other. Why shouldn't we?" He smiles.
I look at the clock on the bedside table. It's already 8pm, we were meant to be at Serena's party half an hour ago. I stand up and start to fix myself in the mirror, Chuck does the same, putting his pants back on and fixing his tie.
"Okay. We should. So we will." I say, kissing Chuck on the cheek. "We'll start trying. But not now, Serena is waiting."
Chuck's face turns into a big grin before he kisses me.
Chuck and I finally make our entrance at Serena's party. Her beautiful Upper East Side penthouse apartment is decorated in bunches of decadent flowers. A waiter passes us with a tray of champagne followed by another waiter carrying H'orderves. Serena is by the bar with a tall dark haired man, her boyfriend. She spots us almost immediately and screams out my name across the spacious room.
"B!" Her voice.
"Hey S." I say.
"You made it! Finally, I was starting to think you and Chuck had other plans." She giggles, placing her hand on Chuck's arm.
"We did." Chuck tells her. I nudge Chuck before wrapping my arms around Serena.
"How are you? How's Leon?" I ask, linking my arm with Serena's as we make our way to the bar.
I leave Chuck behind to mingle his way around the party like he always does, talking to various business people about things I was more then happy to miss out on. He gives me a smile and heads in the direction of an older gentleman and his wife. Serena stops us at the bar and orders us two drinks.
"I'm so good. Leon is good. Everything is good. B, I've never been so happy!" She says, looking every bit as happy as she says she is.
Her eyes wander over to Leon who's found Dan Humphrey.
"That's good. I'm happy for you, S." I tell her, sipping my martini.
"What about you and Chuck? You seem good. Still in that honeymoon stage?" She asks.
"We're good." I smile, letting my eyes wander to my husband. "Actually S, there's something I need to tell you."
Serena grabs my hand and whisks me through the kitchen doors where we are alone.
"What is it? He didn't do something did he?" She says.
"No, no. Nothing like that. It's good news actually. Chuck and I…well, we're going to start trying for a baby." I reveal.
Serena's face is unreadable at that moment. I can't tell whether she's hurt, angry, happy. Finally a smile creeps across her face and she embraces me fully, squeezing my small frame into her slightly bigger one.
"That is so great! I can't believe it. Oh B, you're gonna make such a good mom." She gushes.
For a few minutes I listen to her telling me all the wonderfully cute designer clothes she's going to buy the potential baby. Baby Ralph Lauren Polos for a boy and tiny Versace dresses for a girl. She goes on and on about the places she'd tell it about, the things she'd show it. She calls herself Aunty Serena, which I find cute but over bearing at the same time. Her blonde locks sway with every move of her head as she begins talking about how she'd love to be at the birth with me. I stop her there.
"Okay. Hold up. A, I'm not even pregnant yet. B, when I am pregnant you'll know and C, Chuck will be at the birth with me, S. He will be the father." I tell her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm rather tired. I think Chuck and I are just going to go home."
I find Chuck and politely excuse him from his conversation before whisking him downstairs quickly and calling our car. We wait in the cool night air for a few minutes before our car arrives and both of us retire to the backseat.
"I told Serena we were trying for a baby. You should have heard her, it was so weird. She was calling herself Aunty Serena. I'm not even pregnant yet and she's making plans for clothes and places to take it to." I laugh tiredly, nestling my head in Chuck's shoulder.
"She's just excited, Blair. As am I. I've thought about all that stuff too you know? The first suit I'll buy him, the first designer handbag I'll buy her. All the places it'll have visited before it can even talk." He smiles. "Aren't you excited?"
"I am." I say. "I really am. It's just…what if we can't. What if it doesn't happen. What if I'm not a good mother? My mother was less then impressive. I want to be better but I'm not sure I can be. I'm just like her, stubborn and arrogant."
"We can. I know we can. And you'll be an excellent mother Blair. We learn from our parents mistakes, or at least I hope so otherwise this kid is gonna be as messed up as I was. Your stubbornness and arrogance is the reason I love and the reason this baby will have the best mother in the world, someone who will always take it's side and won't step down even when she's wrong." He whispers.
"I'm scared, Chuck." I tell him, interlocking our fingers.
"Me too. But we've got each other and we love each other and I think that we're just scared of the unknown." He comforts me.
Our car finally reaches our apartment. Both Chuck and I clamber silently into our private elevator and wait to reach the top floor of the building our apartment was in. As we reach the floor the doors open and we're met with a dark, silent apartment. Chuck takes me hand and leads me to the bedroom. He starts unzipping my dress and kissing my collar bone and my shoulders and everything he can reach. My body is starting to grow warm with the desire to have Chuck between my thighs. He lifts me up effortlessly and places me back down on the bed, I'm almost naked by this point but not at all embarrassed. He looks at me so lovingly and with a look that tells me he wants me.
I run my fingers through his soft brown hair as he releases the clasp on my bra. There aren't words shared between us because what we need to say or want to say is said with a touch or a kiss. As the last piece of my clothing becomes discard on the floor I only then notice that Chuck is naked too. His body hovers above mine as I sink further into our silk sheets. The heat from his body is almost overwhelming. I reach up to kiss his lips, so soft and delicate. Nobody knows Chuck like this, nobody but me. I wrap my legs around his waist and move my hips closer to his, whimpering in his ear to let him know what I want.
Chuck strokes his cock slowly before touching it to my crotch. I moan in all this anticipation. He smirks at me before entering me slowly, caressing my body and kissing my neck. We move together in sync as one person almost, our breathing in unison as we make love. It's not often that Chuck and I aren't being rough and passionate, but tonight this feels more right then the pure carnal sex we usually have. His moves become faster, my moans become louder. My fingers scrunch the sheets beneath me as he starts to push harder into me. His mouth lets a string of cuss words fly in the moment, my mouth can only muster his name. Our bodies start to shake and convulse as we reach our climaxes, finishing together in a blissful moment filled with our love. He slumps on top of me afterwards, his weight pushing down on me. But it's a nice feeling.
Eventually he rolls over to lay next to me, still slightly breathless.
"You know B, I'm really happy." He says. "For the first time ever. I'm just happy."
"Me too, Bass." I reply, resting my head on him and closing my eyes.